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“I’d always feel better when I thought about the palace. The way it shimmers in the sunlight. The way the air always smells of flowers.” So said Darth Vader when talking about Seville’s Plaza de España.
At 6pm in Seville the temperature had just peaked at 31 degrees centigrade. Tapas bars were slowly coming to life after the lull of siesta time, although the city wouldn’t truly start moving for at least a couple of hours.